He probably didn’t.
I just thought the concept was hilarious. Trump and Putin, standing back to back in Hillary Clinton’s bathroom (the one downstairs by the front door, the one that the movers use because the master ensuite has the nice toilet paper and Clintons don’t like to share with the proletariat) with their pants down around their ankles, rubbing their fat, middle aged bums together with satisfied grins on their faces. Not for any sort of sexual reasons. No, just because they want to stand in front of the UN General Assembly giving a speech about peace and the global economy, and look across the room to one another, nod knowingly, thumbs up, quietly recalling that time they rubbed butts in Hillary’s bathroom.
Throw a little Harry Porter into the mix, and we have ourselves a Weiner.